Depression Is My Kryptonite

"Magically"

I'd tell you that you don't have to change, but you don't listen to me. 

I'd give you some more of my terribly hypocritical and yet vaguely generic advice, but you still won't listen to me.

I'd try to convince you again that you have not ruined my life, because if you had I would've forced myself to forget what I felt (what I still feel for you), just like everyone else, but you don't listen to me.

I'd tell you that it's okay to cry those tears, at least you can, but you still don't listen to me.

I'd tell you not to bottle it all up inside,  to talk to me when you get tired of trying to hide, but you won't listen to me.

I'd tell you everything if you asked, all the morbid secrets of my past, everything that I haven't told anyone yet, but I know that for some reason you'll never ask.

I'd tell you not to end your life, that moving here couldn't be all bad, that there must have been some good things, people, events, but you'd always deny it.

I'd tell you that you don't need to change and rewire you're entire brain, but you still won't listen to me.

I'd tell you to take my shitty advice and make something beautiful with your life while you have it, but you still wouldn't listen to me.

I'd tell you that I wish I could get through to you in a way that was helpful, instead of just causing you to unravel. But shitty advice and generic phrases aren't going to help you. You're too stubborn and hard headed, literally and figuratively. So I guess I just won't tell you for now... Unless you "magically" figure out what I'm definitely not going to say to try and help you on your way...